MONDAY, 16 JUN 2008, 7:40 PM

Most paragraphs aren't even connected.

DO YOU EVEN READ RENNISON BOOKS?

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Mum has decided to strip us of our internet privileges (which is exactly why I'm blogging from MS Word 2007!) which is quite alright when you think about it. Clarisse and Christelle are naturally pissed off about this whole thing. We've brought this upon ourselves, I suppose. They just don't realize it that much.

Mum isn't sick anymore. Have I told you about that? No? Well she was and now she isn't. Get my point? Oh, and she has this totally nice purple scarf she wouldn't let me use. Tsk, tsk, tsk!

I'm so glad I still have a sense of humour. If I didn't, I would've probably died of heart attack already. (Over – reacting, am I?)

I'm beginning to think that Cha – Cha has an eating disorder. She doesn't eat lunch. And she hasn't been eating lunch since she started her schooling. And when I say schooling, I mean since nursery. When Tito John found out, he became totally ballistic and told her not to eat diner and stormed off to work (because with him, it's always work, work, work. Ha, ha.) And then mum told her not to eat breaki so she would learn to TREASURE food. Don't get us wrong, though. We only did it so that she could actually LEARN a freakin' lesson.

UPDATE: It DID NOT work.

MONDAY, 16 JUN 2008, 7:40 PM

Most paragraphs aren't even connected.

DO YOU EVEN READ RENNISON BOOKS?

HOME

Mum has decided to strip us of our internet privileges (which is exactly why I'm blogging from MS Word 2007!) which is quite alright when you think about it. Clarisse and Christelle are naturally pissed off about this whole thing. We've brought this upon ourselves, I suppose. They just don't realize it that much.

Mum isn't sick anymore. Have I told you about that? No? Well she was and now she isn't. Get my point? Oh, and she has this totally nice purple scarf she wouldn't let me use. Tsk, tsk, tsk!

I'm so glad I still have a sense of humour. If I didn't, I would've probably died of heart attack already. (Over – reacting, am I?)

I'm beginning to think that Cha – Cha has an eating disorder. She doesn't eat lunch. And she hasn't been eating lunch since she started her schooling. And when I say schooling, I mean since nursery. When Tito John found out, he became totally ballistic and told her not to eat diner and stormed off to work (because with him, it's always work, work, work. Ha, ha.) And then mum told her not to eat breaki so she would learn to TREASURE food. Don't get us wrong, though. We only did it so that she could actually LEARN a freakin' lesson.

UPDATE: It DID NOT work.